All Chapters of The Son-in-Law Who Was the God of War: Chapter 51
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Chapter 51
The payload looked innocent enough. It was a rusty steel drum, spray-painted with a jagged yellow 'X', hooked up to a battery pack and a timer."Don't shake it," Dr. Valerius warned as Kael and Zane hoisted the drum between them. "The chemical compound is... temperamental. If the casing cracks, it won't explode. It will turn the air in a fifty-foot radius into liquid acid. You'll inhale your own melting lungs.""Comforting," Kael grunted, adjusting his grip. "Ready, big guy?""IT IS LIGHT," Zane rumbled. "BUT IT IS FRAGILE. I WILL WALK SOFTLY."Silas checked his gas mask and racked the bolt of his rifle. He pointed to a dark, slime-slicked tunnel opening at the back of the station."Victorian brickwork," Silas muttered. "Built in the 1850s to wash the shit out of London. Now, it washes out the blood. Stay close. If you get lost down here, you don't come back."The UndercityThe tunnels were a nightmare of claustrophobia.The ceiling was low, forcing Zane to hunch over, his ma
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Chapter 52
The dawn light over London was grey and sickly, filtering through the yellow fog. It illuminated the Tower of London, rising like a blackened tooth from the bubbling green acid of its moat.On the far bank, the team worked with frantic precision. Kael knelt in the mud, wiring the chemical payload to a detonator. Rix was tapping furiously into his deck, trying to jam the Tower’s localized sensors."Priming sequence started," Kael’s hands were steady, though sweat beaded on his forehead beneath his helmet. "I need ninety seconds to stabilize the mixing agent. If they hit us before then, this whole bank turns into soup."Liya stood between the technicians and the bridge, Judge and Jury drawn. "Vara, high ground. Watch for snipers on the battlements. Zane, the bridge is yours. Nothing crosses.""UNDERSTOOD." Zane stepped onto the approach to the drawbridge. His armored bulk blocked the path. His four ocular slits glowed brightly, locking onto the five massive figures guarding the gat
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Chapter 53
The Great Hall of the White Tower was no longer a monument to kings. It was a gullet.As the team stepped through the shattered gates, the first thing that hit them was the heat. It was sweltering, humid, and smelled of copper and spoiled meat. The ancient stone walls were barely visible; they were coated in a thick, pulsating layer of red vascular tissue."It's... alive," Vara whispered, her helmet lights cutting through the steam. " The whole building. It’s breathing."She was right. The fleshy walls expanded and contracted with a slow, wet rhythm. Veins the size of fire hoses ran along the ceiling, pumping black fluids up toward the summit."Stay off the walls," Liya commanded, her boots splashing in an inch of bloody slurry covering the floor. "Silas, hold the entrance. If those Beefeaters regenerate, we need an exit strategy."Silas looked at the grotesque interior, his hands shaking on his rifle. "Don't worry, love. If you don't kill him... I ain't planning on leaving anyw
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Chapter 54
The bone doors shattered inward, spraying ivory shrapnel into the Chapel of St. John.Zane led the charge, his thrusters flaring, ready to unleash hell. Liya, Kael, and Vara fanned out behind him, weapons raised, expecting a tidal wave of flesh and teeth.They stopped dead.The Chapel was not a slaughterhouse. It was a cathedral of light.The grotesque veins and pulsating meat that choked the rest of the tower ended at the threshold. Inside, the ancient Norman limestone pillars were clean, illuminated by a soft, golden bioluminescence emanating from crystal formations growing from the vaulted ceiling.The deafening heartbeat that had drummed through the floors was gone. The silence was absolute."Where is he?" Kael whispered, his shotgun scanning the raised dais at the far end."There," Liya pointed with Judge.In the center of the dais sat a massive throne made of fused ribcages. Slumped on the throne was... something. It looked like a deflated weather balloon made of grey,
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Chapter 55
The sound of Zane’s armor fracturing was sickeningly loud in the silent chapel.The Entity—the ascended Glutton—held Zane’s fist in a grip that defied physics. The alabaster skin didn't bulge, the muscles didn't strain. It was effortless power.CRK-CRACK.The Weaver-alloy ceramic, the toughest material human hands had ever forged, splintered like dry bone. Violet hydraulic fluid sprayed from the ruptured knuckles, sizzling against the Entity’s perfect white chest."Inferior materials," the Entity murmured, its golden eyes boring into Zane’s optical slits. "Inferior design. Inferior life."It twisted its wrist. Zane went to one knee, his servos whining in protest as his entire arm was wrenched backward."GRAAAAGH!"It was the first time Liya had heard Zane scream in pain since his resurrection in New York."Let him go!" Liya yelled, leveling Judge and Jury. She knew kinetic rounds were useless. She switched to thermal rounds, dumping heat into the target.The red-hot slugs st
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Chapter 56
The Chapel of St. John was dissolving.The air itself was ionizing, turning into a screaming whirlwind of gold and violet light. The heat was unbearable—the stone pillars were beginning to run like wax.In the center of the maelstrom, Zane held the Entity in a bear hug of mutual destruction.His Warlord chassis was glowing cherry-red. The ceramic plating on his chest was slagging, dripping molten metal onto the floor. But his grip was iron. He had the Glutton’s perfect vessel pinned, his thrusters firing at maximum just to keep his footing against the sheer pressure of the energy release.The Entity was no longer beautiful. Its alabaster skin was cracking like a shattered mirror, leaking blinding white light from a thousand fissures."Let... go!" the Entity shrieked. Its voice was distorted, flanging between the melodic angel and the guttural monster. "I cannot... contain... it!""THEN POP," Zane roared, his audio sensors blowing out with a screech of static.The Executioner's
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Chapter 57
Europe was dead. But Berlin was armed.The journey from the ruins of London had taken three weeks. They had crossed the wasteland of France and the radioactive craters of the Rhineland. But now, as their heavy-transport rover crested the final ridge, the team fell silent.They weren't looking at a city. They were looking at a fortress.Berlin had been encased in a literal Iron Curtain. A massive wall of black steel, five hundred feet high, circled the city limits. Searchlights swept the grey clouds. Anti-aircraft batteries tracked the sky with mechanical precision. And beneath the wall, the land had been stripped bare—a "No Man's Land" of mud, razor wire, and tank traps stretching for miles."It’s not a Hive," Kael whispered, lowering his binoculars. "It’s a base.""It’s a kingdom," Liya corrected. She sat in the commander’s seat of the rover, her white armor scuffed and grey with dust. "The King doesn't just consume. He conquers."The Iron Legion"Radar contact!" Rix yelled f
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Chapter 58
The bunker was a tomb of concrete and frozen grease.Hidden beneath a pine forest sixty miles east of Berlin, the Oberon Complex was a relic of the Pre-Collapse era. It didn't have the glowing violet aesthetics of the Scions or the pulsing meat of the Glutton. It was a place of cold steel, rusted iron, and the smell of ancient ozone."Air quality is 40% oxygen, 60% dust," Kael coughed, his helmet lights sweeping over rows of mothballed crates. "Everything in here is older than my grandfather.""Age doesn't matter," Liya said, her boots clanging on the metal floor. "Reliability does. Rix, find the terminal."They reached the heart of the complex: the Tactical Command Center. In the center of the room sat a massive, recessed circular pit filled with mainframe towers."I found it," Rix said, sliding into a seat that was still covered in a plastic shroud. He blew dust off a keyboard and plugged his deck into a massive, clunky port. "Ugh, look at this interface. It’s all... buttons.
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Chapter 59
The side of the mountain didn't just open; it disintegrated.Explosive bolts shattered the camouflaged seal of the Oberon Complex, and forty-eight diesel-powered hearts roared to life at once. From the smoke emerged the Panzers—walking slabs of steel and soot, their heavy tread-feet pulverizing the pine needles and frozen earth.At the head of the column was the Commander Unit, its chassis twice the size of the others. Zane wasn't just piloting it; he was hard-wired into its tactical processor."SENSORS ACTIVE," Zane’s voice boomed over the battalion’s short-wave radio. "TARGET ACQUIRED: THE IRON CURTAIN. DISTANCE: 40 KILOMETERS. ALL UNITS—ENGAGE."The Iron StormAs the battalion hit the "No Man's Land" outside Berlin, the King's response was instantaneous.The sky above the Iron Curtain turned black—not with clouds, but with thousands of Interceptor Drones. They swarmed like hornets, diving toward the Panzers with high-frequency lasers."Rix! Anti-air!" Liya shouted from the
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Chapter 60
Forty-six diesel engines died instantly. The roar of the Blitzkrieg was replaced by the sickening silence of a graveyard.Zane sat in the cockpit of the Commander Panzer, his neural link screaming with error messages.[CRITICAL FAILURE: FUEL SYSTEMS EMPTY.][REACTOR STATUS: COLD.]"IMPOSSIBLE," Zane growled, smashing his fist against the dead console. "THE TANKS WERE FULL.""He didn't drain them, Zane," Liya’s voice came over the short-range comms, tight with controlled fear. "He erased it. Bail out. Now!"The team scrambled out of the hatches of the dead machines. They stood in the center of the Berlin factory-plaza, surrounded by the silent, towering monuments of their failed army.In the center of it all stood the King.He didn't look like a warrior. He looked like an emperor bored with his subjects. His golden armor was ornate, almost fragile-looking, and his cape of liquid silver flowed around him without wind. He held a sword at his side—a weapon made not of metal, but o
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